My happy Valentine
February 14, 2011 2 Comments
By Zai of Take Charge Ladies
I woke up at 4:30 a.m. this Valentine’s Day morning and quietly parted from the boyfriend. I didn’t want to wake him.
In slow motion, I tip-toed through the hallway, into the kitchen and inside the pantry, where in a hidden corner and behind cleaning supplies I had stashed the goodies.
Pausing occasionally to make sure I could hear the boyfriend still snoring, I started making my trail of Hershey’s kisses and love notes from the bedroom door to the kitchen, where his surprise awaited.
It wasn’t much, this surprise. Hanging from the refrigerator handle was a rolled up, homemade menu tied with ribbon. In it, instructions asked the boyfriend to choose an entree, two sides, a beverage and two desserts. I knew him well enough to know what he’d choose.
I then got ready for work, every so often peeking into the bedroom to smile at my boyfriend, who looked so cute and peaceful as he slept, despite the small puddle of drool dripping from his mouth onto the pillow (he might kill me for this, but I figure I could use the “It’s Valentine’s Day and you can’t get mad at me” card). He has insisted I don’t look at him while he sleeps, but I can’t help it, even with the drooling and snoring.
Anyway, I slipped into bed one last time to say my final goodbyes. With eyes still closed, he managed to wake up for a few seconds to whisper a few sweet words. Though I didn’t want to, I left to work, smiling. It was our first Valentine’s morning together and though he slept through most of it, it was kinda perfect.
Can’t wait to see what’s in store this Valentine’s Day evening. Promise to keep you posted. And lovely wishes to all this Valentine’s Day.
Before I drove away from the parking lot at work, the boyfriend was already sending me text messages, hurrying me to get home. And I did. I hurried to get to him on our first Valentine’s Day together.
As I pulled in to my place and parked at my usual spot, I laughed as I noticed a rose stem sticking out of his truck bed. I walked up to the third floor, still giggling, and there, on the door, was a rose welcoming me in. Inside, a trail of pink and white roses led me to red tulips, heart shaped balloons, more roses, chocolates and candles. The boyfriend was nowhere to be seen.
Roses in the shape of heart led me to the bathroom, where a rose-filled bath tub awaited with floating candles. Still – where was he? I headed toward the bedroom and tried to open the door, but was stopped by a slightly frustrated boyfriend yelling at me on the other side of the door. “Did I tell you to come in here?” he asked. I laughed and stepped into the tub, as indirectly instructed.
He then came in and served me wine.
Later that evening, I made us a candlelit dinner – sun-dried tomato chicken with garlic, roasted asparagus, buttery seared potatoes, white wine and strawberry and nutella crepes.
It was perfect. All of it.